Siberia
Jonathan
Stone and Melissa Dupree step off the plane carrying only a bag of clothes each. Grines decided the best way for them to enter the country was the proper way: using a passport. The only trouble with doing so is they have no weapons or supplies, but that isn't going to stop either of them. Stone was a CIA agent working many missions in Russia before transferring over to the FBI and eventually CATU. He has several contacts he has available to get what they need.
It takes a day or two to get in touch with those contacts but once he does the two agents have everything they need for infiltration into the
True Solar
facility, including a pair of snow mobiles. Their arsenal includes a pair of Russian
AS Val
assault rifles with an integrated suppressor and two
Makarov PM
pistols. Both agents aren't sure of what to expect from either weapon, but they are assured they are quality made weapons.
They were set up to take an Ilyushin Il-76 cargo plane to carry them and the snow mobiles to Irkutsk, one of the largest cities in Siberia. Though it seemed like overkill, but the plane was already going there with a load and it was faster than using a cargo truck.
When the two agents land they are met by two men sent to meet them. A meeting set up by one of Stone's contact. The two men guide the agents out of the city and set them on the path they need to take and they give the agents a map with the course laid out.
"It seems a little too easy," Dupree remarks once they are left alone.
Stone gives her a coy smile. "You need to lighten up, you worry too much."
"Of course I worry," she says defensively. "Between the two of us, someone has to be the responsible one."
"Don't worry," he says putting his hand on her shoulder. "I've known these people for years. They came through for us many times over."
"If you say so."
"I do," he answers with a wink. He cranks up the snowmobile and yells over the roaring engine. "Try to keep up!"
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Stone
and Dupree blaze through the Siberian country side effortlessly thanks to the snow mobiles. Their ride is going smoothly until gunfire rattles out from behind. Both agents look back in time to see four snow mobiles drop out the back of a CH-53 Sea Stallion. The snow mobiles are cast in white along with the riders.
They turn back to each other and Stone says, "You're right; it did seem too easy."
Dupree's only response is to smile. The reverie is broke by a stream of fire that kicks up snow between the two. They swerve apart then back continuing to weave in and out. The four riders continue to pelt the ground and surrounding trees as they slowly gain ground.
Neither agent can fire back at their pursuers without risk of wrecking. The snow that is being kicked up blur their vision and there are far too many trees, many huddled in masses to cause concern. The game of cat and mouse continues for the next several hundred yards until finally one of the riders gets close enough. He slings his rifle and leaps from his snow mobile and onto Dupree's.
Dupree is quick to throw an elbow into the rider's gut but the effort holds no effect of him. The rider reaches up and grabs a handful of hair and yanks her head back while drawing a knife in the process. Staying calm, she lets her head go back without resisting while reaching into her jacket to grab the butt of her
Makarov PM
. She pushes it toward the rider and pulls the trigger.
It only took two rounds before the rider lets go of her hair and falls backward off the snow mobile. Stone slides in next to Dupree and yells, "I have an idea!"
"Anything about now is helpful!" she yells back.
Stone throws a look over his shoulder then back to her. "Spin it to the right and hop on!"
Dupree gives him a questioning look before it dawns on her what he has in mind. She does as he instructed, sliding in behind him on the seat.